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I realised a few moments ago that I haven't used my journal in ages. And it's here, so why not use it? I'll probably just list stuff that happened to me recently...which is the purpose of a journal, isn't it? Well...*sighs* the list of events will begin. I think I need some sort of contents page. gonk
I really feel like writing about my holiday in summer. We went to Menorca, a small island near Spain. I AM aware of the fact that this was, in fact, in August, but I really feel like talking about it. Probably because it feels so far away now, and I'm in a mood for reminiscing. It started off as usual...the excitement of the previous few days, building up to those 2 weeks where we would get to leave this cold, wet country. But the morning before we went away, we were in for a bit of a shock. There had been a terrorist threat in airports across Britain. As you can guess, getting a plane the next day, I was incredibly nervous. But still...no one would want to blow up our plane, right? London would probably be under the most threat. So, muttering words of reassurance to myself, I managed to get to sleep that Thursday night.
The next morning, if 5:30am counts as morning (which it probably does; it's just incredibly dark then, so it feels more like night.), I was incredibly excited. You always know you're going on holiday when you're woken up at that sort of time, not just by your enthusiastic sibling or impatient parents but by your own excitement. The hand luggage restrictions were incredibly annoying-I had a book I wanted to read on the plane, but there was no swaying the police. As you could probably guess.
Dismayed, I slipped my book into one of our suitcases, and my family joined the check in queue. Of course, we were very pleased to meet some of our friends whom we were travelling with in the queue just in front of us. Naturally we said hello, and joined the same queue they were in, despite the fact that it was probably the longest queue by far. But things always seem to go faster and much smoother when you have a friend around, and if not they are at least much more enjoyable. However, standing in a queue for half an hour with a hyper active six year old is hardly fun. It's rather random, and quite entertaining, but it still isn't that enjoyable as, being the oldest person on this holiday to be classed as one of the "kids", I feel responsible for keeping him under control. Which is near impossible.
After a 2 hour queue and a rushed, slightly cold breakfast, we find ourselves on the plane with 2 of the families we were travelling with. Of course, the 4 of us happened to be sat no where near our friends, so we had to keep ourselves ammused for 2 hours without any hand luggage, which is rather hard when the on-air programmes are really quite bad, and the radio repeats the same songs every 30 minutes. However, we made it through, and were buffeted by a rush of hot air as we stepped out of the plane. Those of our little group of friends on our flight all made detours to be on the same coach ride to the hotel.
The luggage collection took a long time as usual, but that is to be expected. However, we found some things on the luggage belt that were quite unexpected, such as a tin of M&S roast chicken, a leaflet for eye surgery, and what appeared to be someone's underwear. It was really quite fun, though, as the "kids" got into a paper fight, me included, of course. The coach ride took a long time to reach our hotel as well, but that was also to be expected considering we were staying on the opposite side of the island to its only airport.
We arrived, and after an hour or so of waiting for our rooms to be ready, we finally changed into our bikinis and swim shorts, finally being able to dive into the cool blue waters of our hotel pool, the spiky Menorcan grass stabbing at our feet. It was a fantastic first day and a fantastic first night, as we met up with the other familes with whom we would be spending our holiday. Of course, the show at the hotel was a bad cabarae, but we still loved it. I never quite know why the bad cabarae performances are so enjoyable; I think it may have been one of those "so bad it's good" situations. Our favourite Spanish waiters were all very happy to greet us. They work such long hours, and yet they never look exhausted.
Well, with our first night over, we made our way back to our cramped apartment. Exhausted yet happy, I fell into a comfortable sleep despite my small lumpy bed. I was just happy to be here.
The rest of the holiday followed a usual beach holiday pattern, lounging by the pool, having games of pool, swimming, eating more ice creams than can be counted, and so on. There were two instances that were slightly out of the ordinary-those times we went go karting. Naturally, I succeeded in crashing 3 times whilst driving extremely slowly and steering all over the road. Not to mention picking the one helmet with a strap that didn't work, so it was hanging off my head. The go karts were really quite poor quality, but it was a very enjoyable trip.
The last night was fantastic-it went just the way we wanted it to. I don't want to remember it by the photos, where we're stood there in a big group, forcing smiles that don't really mean anything. We spent our last night playing with an inflatable basketball in the bar, running around madly, laughing our heads off. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time; I loved it. Being the oldest "kid" there, I must have looked completely immature. But it doesn't really matter, does it? I had a great time, and that's all that counts.
Of course, there's still the mystery of the kiwi chair mentioned in the title. One of our friends brought the most unusual chair with them from Tesco. It was bright red, inflatable, and had large designs of green kiwis all over it. It was impossible to sit in, in or out of the water, so we usually left it floating around. A lot of people claimed ownership of that chair, but only we knew who truly owned it. It improved a lot of people's holidays, that chair, not only ours. And so it really was worthy of a place in the title.
 catz_rocks · Sat Oct 14, 2006 @ 08:09pm · 0 Comments |
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